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Scott L. Johnson

February 21, 1961 - July 16, 2015

Burial Date: July 19, 2015

Funeral Home Hidden Valley Funeral Home of Kearney

Visitation will be from 1-2pm, Sunday, July 19, 2015 at Hidden Valley Funeral Home in Kearney, MO.
A Memorial Service will follow at the Funeral Home, starting at 2pm.

If any one of us could live a single day surrounded by even half the love that surrounded Scott Leroy Johnson every day, and especially at his passing on Thursday, July 16, 2015, after a courageous battle with cancer, we’d all have a little more faith in life done right.

Scott was born on February 21, 1961, in McCook, Nebraska. He attended Millard High School and University of Nebraska at Lincoln and Omaha – and his loyalty to the Huskers was surpassed only by his incredible devotion to his family: his wife, Barb, whom he married on August 11, 1984, (and devoted every day thereafter to making her happy), daughters Rachel, Samantha, Anna (Lane), and Mollie, and much-beloved grandsons Rylan and Logan, who both had the good sense to be born with Husker-red hair.

Scott is also greatly loved and missed by his mother Margaret, sister Sue, brother Steve, mother-in-law Clara, sister-in-law Debe, brother-in-law Russ (Joni), nephews Chris, Jake (Kendra), Tanner and Matt (Chandra), nieces Karli, Carey (Jason), Chelsea (Josh) and Amber (Tyler), great-nephews Austin (Kacie) and Auggy, great-niece Caitye, and great-great-niece Emerie, along with a million other people who considered him a surrogate dad, brother, or uncle (he didn’t have mere “friends” – he made everyone into family, and family was everything to him). Scott was preceded in death by his father Leonard and father-in-law Gene.

Are you beginning to see how much love there was for this man? But he made it impossible not to love him by giving everything he had to everyone he met. He wasn’t just the guy who’d let you borrow his truck to haul home a fresh-cut Christmas tree; he was the guy who’d ride the 45 minutes with you and help you set it up in your house. He wasn’t just a good dad; he was the dad who loved his girls with all his heart. Father-daughter dances, teaching all his girls to drive and the many years of fixing cars after that, Christmas pajamas, listening to long winded (slightly dramatic) stories about their daily lives, pumpkin carvings, French toast or pancakes on Saturday morning, homemade pizzas, and lets not forget the countless hours of advice and love he showed each of his  daughters. These simple acts were just a few of the things that made him the best dad a girl could ask for. So as you can see, he wasn’t just loved – he was adored more than words can say, by more people than any of us can count. And what is that if not life done right?

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